Friday, December 17, 2004

Last week I had a meeting with a guy from Beamish Open Air Museum with a view to selling my soaps in the gift shop. I showed him my full range of products, along with wholesale prices, turnover times, production levels, etc, and he said he'd get back to me in a couple of days as he had other soapers to see.

Well, a week passed, plus another couple of days, followed by a phone call to the museum with a message for him to ring me when he returns to the office ...

... well, I reckon you've guessed the rest. He has just been on the phone and we've closed the deal. I am now official handmade soap supplier to Beamish Open Air Museum! Wahoooo!I'd better get soaping when I've scraped myself off the ceiling!

Wednesday, December 15, 2004

Well, I'm feeling better now. I can't believe it's taken me this long to start to feel ok. I was so devastated over Biff, my whole world fell apart.Anyway, I thought it was about time I started writing in my journal again, so here I am. I have just been over to my cousin's house to a) sell her some soap she wants to give to her bairn's teachers, and b) to fix her computer! Well worth the visit ... I got £26 of sales, lunch and a free bottle of wine thrown in! LOLHowever, on my way home I was frightened by some bloke who was tailgating me all the way home, then when I indicated and slowed down to turn into my street he started tooting on his horn and gesticulating and swearing at me (I could see him through my rear view mirror ... I could even lipread what he was saying to me and it's not something to repeat). There was quite a bit of traffic coming from the other direction, so I had to wait a few seconds before I could begin to turn, and he tooted and swore and made filthy gestures at me the whole time. It was quite scary and I feel rather rattled and upset about the whole thing. Luckily he didn't follow me home.Why are some people such dickheads?!

Thursday, December 09, 2004

On Monday 29th November Biff took a turn for the worse. I made the decision then and there that enough was enough and it was time to end her pain. My husband and I took her to the vet that afternoon, and she died quietly in my arms at 2:45 pm.

This past week I have been unable to tell you about it, both of us have just spent the time grieving, indeed, typing this now has got me in tears.

Thank you everyone for all your kind thoughts. These pages have been up for a few years ... I think I'm going to leave them up now: